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บท 36: Chapter 35: The Birth of Black Zetsu

When Obito asked him a direct question, Madara showed a flicker of irritation. He didn't like making empty boasts. It seemed like age hadn't brought any significant upgrades to the Tsuchikage, Ōnoki. While Ōnoki had more wrinkles, they wouldn't help against Madara's raw power.

Dust Release was a formidable technique, but it was useless if it couldn't land a hit. Ōnoki's reflexes couldn't match Madara's seasoned agility.

Obito, sensing a chink in Madara's stoic facade, pressed on.

"Hey, old man Madara, if you're really as unstoppable as you say, why are you hiding in this dark cave? Why not go back to the village and take back your place as leader? "

Madara's jaw clenched. He wouldn't admit it to this boy, but the truth was a bitter pill to swallow. The Uchiha clan, blinded by ambition and shortsightedness, had cast him aside.

Obito, wise beyond his years, didn't linger on the touchy subject.

"If you're as powerful as they say, why not just go ahead and do your Eye of the Moon Plan? Dealing with the Hokage shouldn't be a challenge for someone like you, right?"

Madara's silence lingered, heavy with unspoken complexities. Implementing the Eye of the Moon Plan wasn't as simple as a walk in the park. It required the capture and sealing of all nine Tailed Beasts into the Gedo Statue – a feat that would inevitably draw the ire of the Five Great Nations, uniting them against him.

His current physical state was a cruel joke. Using Rinnegan would cause a troll to his body, let alone the thought of undertaking the Herculean task of capturing the scattered Tailed Beasts. Even dealing with the doddering Ōnoki was a gamble at best, a gamble he couldn't afford to lose until he was back at full strength.

Restoring his youthful body required meticulous preparation and a willing sacrifice – a Rinnegan wielder to activate the forbidden Samsara of Heavenly Life Technique.

A dry cough escaped Madara's lips.

"Know your place. You, a boy who can barely manage a B-rank jutsu, have no right to question my power. And don't forget the debt you owe me for saving your pathetic life."

Obito flinched at the reminder. His Konohagakure upbringing had instilled a deep respect for his elders, but the weight of a life debt was a heavy burden, tilting the negotiating table decidedly in Madara's favor. He fell silent, caught in a snare of his own making.

Obito simmered for a long moment, finally collecting his thoughts.

"I'll pay back what I owe, but you can't force someone to respect you, so don't expect it from me. You've been following Byakuya around for so long, haven't you? Maybe you should get the message – you're not exactly a great teacher. I might never even master the Great Fire Annihilation by following your lead."

Madara inhaled deeply, a rasp accompanying the action as he dragged the oxygen tube closer to Obito. Slowly, deliberately, he extended a hand. Obito, caught off guard, froze. Should he dodge? Stand still? Fear prickled his skin, and he ended up shivering in place.

Without warning, Madara placed his hand on Obito's forehead. His Sharingan blazed, weaving a genjutsu.

"Those trials were all to test your resolve. Now, the true instruction begins. Within this genjutsu, you'll witness the true power of my teaching methods!"

Obito's double-tomoe Sharingan offered no defense. He found himself pulled into the sterile white expanse of the genjutsu space. A youthful Madara stood before him, a faint sigh escaping his lips.

Madara spoke with a hint of helplessness, "Obito, watch closely. This is how the Great Fire Annihilation is truly performed."

With deliberate movements, Madara formed the hand seals, each one a fraction of a second slower than the last. Finally, the powerful words resonated:

"Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation!"

A torrent of flames erupted from the young Madara's mouth, engulfing a vast area hundreds of meters wide for a good ten seconds. The display was awe-inspiring.

As the flames subsided, Obito stared at Madara with newfound respect. The older man reveled in this shift.

 "That was the extent of my power in my youth. Unfortunately, age has taken its toll. This genjutsu allows me to showcase my skills at their peak."

Obito's brow furrowed in suspicion.

"Your youth? Old man Madara, are you trying to pull a fast one on me? This is a genjutsu, remember? Could you be exaggerating?"

Madara scoffed.

"Lies have no place in my repertoire when it comes to strength. In all the ninja world, only Hashirama Senju surpassed me. All others fell before my might!"

Confronted with Madara's unwavering conviction, Obito's doubt evaporated.

"Woah! Only the Hokage is stronger than you in your prime? Then surpassing you would make me Hokage! Looks like my goals just multiplied. Oh, yeah!"

Madara's gaze sharpened with interest. "You… you want to be hokage? You?"

Obito bristled, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face.

"What's that supposed to mean? Do you think I'm not good enough, like everyone else?"

Madara shook his head slowly.

"Not at all. I find the notion of being Hokage… laughable. Friendships are sacrificed on the altar of that position. Perhaps that's the price one pays for power."

A deep sigh escaped his lips, his voice laced with a hint of melancholy as he reminisced about his past.

Obito found these words cryptic, but Madara gave him no time to dwell on them.

"Don't waste time with doubts, boy. If becoming Hokage is your true desire, then follow me and learn properly."

Obito, emboldened by the renewed purpose, nodded resolutely. The dream of becoming Hokage burned brighter than ever within him.

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Exhaustion finally claimed Obito after a day spent trapped within the genjutsu's crucible. He emerged, blinking against the harsh cave light, the Great Fire Annihilation now etched into his muscle memory. The jutsu erupted from his hands with a satisfying roar, mirroring the inferno he'd witnessed in the genjutsu world.

The transformation in Obito's eyes was a level up. The flippant "old man Madara" was replaced with a reverent "Grandpa Madara." The shift tugged at a corner of Madara's weary heart.

The genjutsu had drained him. His breaths came ragged, each movement a struggle. All he craved was a deep, uninterrupted sleep. When he finally stirred, Obito was fast asleep, his body spent from the intense training.

Madara propped his head on his hand, the events of the day replaying in his mind. The arguments, the defiance, the flicker of respect in Obito's eyes. A faint smile played on his lips. It had been years since he'd taken a young Uchiha under his wing, not since his dear brother, Izuna.

Perhaps… perhaps training Obito, guiding him towards the Hokage position…

The thought sparked a flow of warmth, quickly extinguished by the icy grip of reality.

The Hokage? Ridiculous. His purpose, his entire reason for abandoning Konoha, was the Eye of the Moon Plan. When had he softened so much? The ambition that once burned like a supernova had dimmed to a flicker.

Hashirama, that doofus. He could only see the immediate concerns like the village and clans. Madara's vision encompassed the entire ninja world, a world forever trapped in a cycle of bloodshed.

Only the Eye of the Moon Plan could usher in true peace, a world where petty disputes were consigned to the dustbin of history.

A steely glint returned to his eyes. No more escalating clan battles into village wars. It was time to reignite his resolve. He glanced at Zetsu, the twisted figure lurking in the shadows. With a slow, deliberate movement, Madara extended his arm.

Sentimentality was a luxury he couldn't afford. Success hinged on an unwavering loyalty to the plan, a will as unyielding as his own. As the black tendrils of Zetsu engulfed Madara's outstretched arm, a new entity emerged – a perfect embodiment of his ambition.

Madara gazed at the newly formed Black Zetsu, his voice devoid of warmth.

"You are the will of Madara Uchiha. From this day forward, you shall be known as Black Zetsu."

The bond between Madara and Obito had served its purpose. Their paths would diverge, and their interactions would become a mere footnote in the grand scheme of the Eye of the Moon Plan.

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บท 37: Chapter 36: A Bet with Yahiko (Bonus)

(AN: I changed Karin's mother's name from Karen to Akane)

Just when Madara was making his creation, 'Top 10 anime betrayals' aka Back Zetsu, Byakuya also came out from his meditation.

The crimson glow of the setting sun painting the sky in hues of despair sent a silent message. It was time to end the day's training.

Byakuya rose to his full height, his voice cutting through the stillness as he called out to Nagato and Akane, two figures barely discernible in the distance.

"Enough training for today. Pack up your things. We'll be returning shortly."

A sigh of relief, almost audible, rippled through the air as Nagato and Akane acknowledged Byakuya's command.

While they understood and appreciated the merits of rigorous training, Byakuya's relentless pursuit of perfection could be, well, relentless. After all, even the most dedicated ninja craved a moment's respite from the constant push to excel.

As they converged on Byakuya's position, Nagato, seemingly struck by a sudden thought, turned towards Akane.

"Did you manage to bring up that topic with Byakuya?"

Akane, her expression unreadable, glanced at Nagato before offering a noncommittal shrug.

"The Uzumaki lineage? It's practically a certainty at this point. Think about it! Today, Lord Byakuya instructed me in yet another one of the Uzumaki clan's secret sealing techniques. It's undeniable; he has to be a direct descendant."

A thoughtful frown creased Akane's brow.

"Byakuya-sama seems disconnected from his Uzumaki heritage. He never mentions the clan, as if he's forgotten about it. Sometimes, I envy his raven hair. As long as he stays silent, his Uzumaki lineage remains a secret."

Nagato's face mirrored Akane's earlier frown, but it quickly morphed into a mask of stoicism. His own mother, despite being an Uzumaki, had chosen to keep her heritage hidden.

Tragically, that secrecy hadn't shielded her from a violent end at the hands of none other than Konoha ninjas, supposed allies of the Uzumaki clan.

A moment of silence stretched between them before Akane spoke again, her voice softer this time.

"However, Byakuya-sama also mentioned that the Uzumaki clan is no more. There's no point in clinging to a name that no longer exists. We simply need to make the most of our lives."

Nagato pondered Akane's words, a silent battle raging within him. Finally, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Byakuya is truly an anomaly. Letting go isn't easy for me, but even though the Land of Whirlpools has been destroyed, this is our home now."

Unaware of the conversation revolving around him, Byakuya observed Nagato and Akane from afar.

A knowing smirk played on his lips. He wasn't an Uzumaki, not in the slightest. He felt no emotional ties to a clan that had long faded into oblivion.

However, this convenient misunderstanding served his purpose. It painted him as an enigmatic figure, someone who had transcended the shadows of his past, choosing resolute silence over painful memories.

Thankfully, their imaginations filled the gaps he so deliberately left open.

As Nagato and Akane approached, Byakuya detailed the upcoming training regimen.

Their surprise was evident when they learned that they would only be required to train for ten days in the following month.

In their minds, a month with Byakuya usually translated to a month of relentless training.

Byakuya, sensing their astonishment, offered a gentle smile.

"Don't overthink it. Even the strongest body needs a balance between exertion and rest. Besides, I can't babysit you two constantly. Remember, we are all ninjas, and the day will come when you'll need to go on missions by yourselves."

Nagato and Akane exchanged a sheepish glance. They were just about to elaborate when they realized Byakuya had already turned and begun walking away.

Watching his retreating figure, Nagato and Akane couldn't shake the peculiar sensation that Byakuya, despite being younger than them both, somehow felt like a wise elder guiding their path. This reversal of roles was a curious anomaly, a result of Byakuya's enigmatic aura.

---

Leaving the training ground behind, Byakuya bypassed his usual path home and instead set his sights on the Akatsuki's headquarters. It had been nearly two weeks since he last conferred with Yahiko, and the recent conclusion of the Kannabi Bridge battle demanded their immediate attention.

Pushing open the familiar door, Byakuya found Yahiko engrossed in paperwork. A warm smile lit up Yahiko's face as he noticed Byakuya.

"Oh, Byakuya, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you here today?"

Byakuya's response was curt, almost bordering on irritation.

"Leader Yahiko, should I come back later if this is an inopportune time?"

Yahiko chuckled, raising a hand in appeasement.

"Of course not, my apologies. It's just unusual for you to visit unless a matter of importance arises. Is it about the recent developments at Kannabi Bridge?"

Byakuya confirmed Yahiko's suspicion with a curt nod.

"That's correct. The conclusion of the battle at Kannabi Bridge signifies a potential shift in the war's trajectory. I estimate that large-scale hostilities between Konoha and Iwagakure will soon subside, forcing both sides to redirect their focus elsewhere."

"Surely that's a positive outcome?"

Yahiko tilted his head in confusion, failing to grasp Byakuya's concern.

Byakuya offered a slight shake of his head.

"While it may be a welcome development for Konoha and the Land of Grass, it doesn't necessarily bode well for Akatsuki."

Yahiko's brow furrowed.

"Why is that?"

Byakuya leaned forward, his voice taking on a more serious tone.

"Though the large-scale battles between Konoha and Iwagakure may cease, covert operations by ninja teams will undoubtedly continue. Infiltration tactics are often employed to weaken the enemy from within."

"Like causing chaos in occupied territories, or even resorting to impersonating enemy ninjas to eliminate civilians."

Byakuya elaborated, his words causing Yahiko's expression to harden.

Yahiko was no stranger to the grim realities of war. Byakuya's examples were disturbingly common occurrences, and their potential impact couldn't be ignored.

"Byakuya, I appreciate the heads-up. I'll ensure our ninjas prioritize civilian protection and actively prevent such incidents. That's the fundamental principle upon which Akatsuki was built."

Byakuya, however, remained unconvinced. He shook his head slowly.

"Yahiko, I'm afraid you're missing the bigger picture. My primary concern isn't solely civilian safety; it's Akatsuki's precarious position in the midst of these shifting dynamics."

"Precarious?"

Yahiko's voice betrayed his confusion.

From his perspective, Akatsuki's current standing was relatively secure. With a roster of nearly ten elite ninjas, only a direct intervention from the Five Great Shinobi Villages posed a significant threat.

He began, his voice trailing off as he considered the additional threat.

"The Five Great Shinobi Villages, and possibly... also Hanzō."

Yahiko was concerned about the potential danger from the Five Great Shinobi Villages, which posed a threat to independent organizations. However, he felt relieved when the leader of the Hidden Rain Village, Hanzō, was mentioned.

"Lord Hanzō? Why would he target us?"

The very suggestion seemed ludicrous to Yahiko. In his mind, Hanzō posed no threat; in fact, the opposite seemed more likely. After all, as long as Hanzō remained open to the idea, Akatsuki could always choose to formally join the Hidden Rain Village.

"Byakuya, you're letting your worries cloud your judgment. There's no reason for Hanzō to seek our destruction. We pose no threat to him. In fact, we could be valuable allies. If he so chooses, Akatsuki can become an official part of the Hidden Rain Village at any time."

Byakuya met Yahiko's gaze, acknowledging the unwavering determination in his leader's eyes.

He wasn't questioning Yahiko's sincerity. In the original timeline, Yahiko readily accepted Hanzō's initial invitation to a meeting, demonstrating his openness to collaboration.

Tragically, that meeting had turned into a deadly trap, claiming Yahiko's life. Both Yahiko and Hanzō, in their own ways, had made fatal miscalculations. Hanzo killed Yahiko and Nagato, later as Pain, killed Hanzo.

A short scoff escaped Byakuya's lips.

"Yahiko, I respect your perspective. However, I think Hanzō could be an adversary. If we want Akatsuki to go beyond the limitations of the Hidden Rain Village, we may have to confront this aging demigod."

Yahiko remained unconvinced. He shook his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Byakuya, you're letting your imagination run wild. Akatsuki and Hanzō in conflict? It's simply unfathomable. The Five Great Shinobi Villages, yes, they might be wary of us, but Hanzō? No, that's out of the question."

Witnessing Yahiko's unshakeable belief, a sly smile spread across Byakuya's face. He had initially intended to nudge Yahiko towards a more cautious approach, but now a more intriguing proposition presented itself. A gamble.

Rising from his chair, Byakuya leaned forward, his eyes locking with Yahiko's.

"Yahiko, since you're so certain about Hanzō's neutrality, why don't we make a bet? If, within three years, Hanzō takes no action against Akatsuki, I'll wholeheartedly support your vision and follow any order you give.

On the other hand, if he does make a move against us, I claim the position of leader. At that point, your leadership will have demonstrably failed Akatsuki."

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